Contagium


Chapter 02


By: CJZ♂
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 Bull's-eye 

May 09, 2016

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A

5:45 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time(EDT)




I had called six fucking flower shops in the city, yet none of them had what I desperately needed.  I was about to give up, but my gut told me to try my luck with flower shop number seven.

"C'on, lucky seven..."

The voice of a polite and cheery young girl greeted me at the other end.

"Yes, Sir.  We do have Camellias in stock.  Would you like us to put them on hold for you?"

I blew a sigh of relief and had the biggest smile on my face.

"Yes, please.  I will be right over to pick them up."  

Thank-you, thank-you, sweet Jesus!

Even though I had to drive to the next town over to pick up the flowers, I didn't mind.  I just hoped and prayed that Sean would see the flowers as a sincere act of forgiveness.

I parked my car in front of the store and read the sign above the entrance door.

The Enchanted Florist ~Est.1984~

As I walked through the door, a stunning young woman who was standing behind the counter greeted me.

"Good afternoon, Sir.  Welcome to the Enchanted Florist, is there anything I can help you with?"

I nodded, smiled and walked up to the counter.

"Hello there and yes, actually.  I had called earlier about the Camellias?"

The shiny gold nametag that was neatly pinned on her white blouse, read Stephanie.  She gave me a pretty and pleasant smile as she nodded her head.

"Yes, ofcourse.  I spoke to you on the phone and you're in luck actually, as they were just delivered this morning.  Madison could you please bring out the Camellias for Mr...?"

I looked over to her co-worker, where another pretty young lady was arranging a floral bouquet.

"Nate Bauer and thank-you."

Madison smiled and nodded her head.  

This young lady was a beautiful brunette and her long hair was kept in place by a ponytail.  She had deep blue eyes and quite the rack!  Her beautiful face kinda reminded me of someone?  Who, was it?

Now, who did she remind me of?

Man, this is going to bother me, now.

Ah, yes!  

A very young, Carmen Electra.  

These two young girls couldn't be more than 17.  I'm pretty sure they're still in highscholl, but man!  They were gorgeous and classic model material.

I stood by the counter and looked around the store.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stephanie giving me a look-over from head to toe.  I cleared my throat and turned to face her.

"You've got quite the impressive selection here..."

Stephanie smiled, tossed her hair in the air and slowly unbottoned the first two buttons of her silky, and very trasparent white blouse.

Man, this girl was a fucking stunner!  Jailbait, but a stunner nonetheless.  I mean, Stephanie could easily pass for a clone of a young Sharon Tate.

"Oh, thank-you.  Yeah, we carry over one hundred types of flowers, as well as green plants in our store.  We also have gourmet fruit baskets, stuffed animals and ..."

At that moment, Madison came out of the back room with a large sealed box.

"Really, Steph?  You don't need to do an add-on sale with him.  You're boring the poor man and he's only here for these..."

Madison was tapping the box with her large and very manicured fingernails.  She then put the large box on the counter, while Stephanie glared at her co-worker.  I managed to stifle a smirk and had my usual poker face on.

Madison took a box cutter from beneath the counter and carefully opened the large box.  Once she pulled the flaps open, I peeked inside and smiled as I saw the beautiful white Camellias.  

The flowers looked very fresh, in great condition and smelled amazing.  

However, when I saw the prize of what each Camellia cost, I almost fainted.  Stephanie must have seen a look of displeasure on my face, because as she primped and smelled the Camellias, she said.

"These Camellias were flown from Alabama overnight.  Camellias have only just started to bloom and come into season.  That's why so many flower shops don't have them in stock yet, and the price is a little bit high.  Do you still want them?"

I sighed.

Well, these girls had me by the balls.

"Yes, I'll take the dozen Camellias.  Could you also wrap them up for me, please."

Dammit!  

I mean, what else could I do?

Stephanie smiled and passed the box of Camellias back to Madison.

"Ofcourse, Mr.Bauer.  Madison will take care of that."

As Stephanie ran the damage on my credit card, Madison took the Camellias to the back of the store to wrap them up.  I was putting away the receipt on my jacket pocket, when I heard Madison call out to me.

"I forgot to ask you, Mr.Bauer.  What colour ribbon would you like these Camellias wrapped in?"

Huh?

"Umm.  I don't know..."

Madison looked back at Stephanie and they both exchanged curious glances.  Stephanie, ofcourse was the first to speak out.

"The only reason we ask is that we usually use a red satin ribbon to wrap our flower boxes.  Red, ofcourse symbolizes eternal love.  But, we don't want to assume..."

I nodded.

"Well, since you put it that way.  What's the colour for saying, I'm sorry for screwing up?"

Stephanie pursed her lips, smiled and threw a quick look to her co-worker.  Madison in turn, smiled and raised her right hand in the air.

"'Nuff, said."

Stephanie gave me a warm smile and undid another button on her blouse.

"Then the colour of the ribbon would be Agate, for forgiveness."

I nodded my head.

"And what colour would that be?  I've never heard of it."

Madison walked over to a rack on the wall, where satin ribbons in every colour of the rainbow were neatly displayed.  She then took a greenish looking ribbon in her hand and showed it to me.

"This is agate.  It's a softer shade of sea foam green."

I nodded.

"Ahh, ok.  That's perfect then, thank-you."

Madison took a pair of large scissors and cut the ribbon.

"Allright then.  Now, that we've cleared that up, I'll wrap these up.  Please feel free to look around and I will be right back.  I won't be long."

I nodded and looked at my watch while looking around the store.

In a few seconds Madison was back with a large white box.  The large box was neatly wrapped with a satin agate ribbon.  A huge and beautiful fancy bow, topped it all off.

"Wow, it looks great.  You did a great job and I appreciate it."

Madison smiled, blushed and batted her thick lashes.

"My pleasure and I hope these help.  Goodluck, Mr.Bauer."

I grabbed the flower box, nodded and headed out of the store.

I was about to walk out, when I heard the girls say in unison.

"We're both at your service, Mr.Bauer.  If there's anything you ever need.  Please, feel free to drop by again!"

I smiled, opened the door, but didn't look back as I waved them both goodbye.  As the door to the flower shop closed behind me, I could hear non-stop, teenage giggling and laughter.

Ahh, to be young, beautiful and carefree.  

Life seemed to be so simple back then.

I walked over to my car and set the box of flowers in the backseat and headed home.  As I drove, my eyes would on occasion take a quick look in the rear view mirror and the dozen white Camellias that lay carefully on the backseat.  

Tucked between the agate ribbon, was a letter explaining the reasons for my poor, selfish and extremely stupid behaviour. Next to the flowers, a small bag from Tiffany & Co. swayed side to side on the backseat.

I was literally in the doghouse or the shithouse(well, it's the same fucking thing).  

I was scared, desperate and willing to try anything for Sean to take me back.  Flowers are the universal language of love and forgiveness.  And an expensive piece of jewelry didn't hurt to be thrown in, either.

Virginal white Camellias are Sean's favourite flowers.  His emerald green eyes would always light up, whenever I bought these for him(which, I'm sorry to say, wasn't often enough.)

The letter and it's contents were a bit different.  It's no secret and I'll admit that much, that I have a huge problem with showing and expressing emotions.  And, yes...even to my boyfriend.

When you're an Army brat and come from a male dominated household of five brothers and you were the youngest of the bunch, then you had to be tough as fucking nails.

My dad had been a General in the Army and he'd served his country pretty much until the day, when he had a severe stroke and eventually passed away.  He ruled our home, much like he ruled his platoon with an iron fist(literally).  

The old man was one sadistic, cold-hearted, ruthless, son-of-a-bitch and that was on a good day.  So, my brothers and I were brought up to be tough.

Our home had many rules.  Rules that were never meant to be broken and among the most important were...

No crying

No tattling

No pleading

No skipping school

No running to mommy or daddy

No whining

Do not depend on anyone

No excuses  

You basically left on your fucking own to fend for yourself.  And it didn't fucking matter how young you were, either.

Our dad made it crystal clear to my brothers and I, that if you got pushed, you were expected to push back.  And if you got punched, then you better punch back harder and cause some serious damage.

You were to do everything in your power to defend yourself and not become someone's bitch!  You were to make sure that whoever made the mistake in picking a fight with you, that they learned a very valuable lesson.  

A lesson to never fuck with you again!

And, you know what?  

It worked.

No bullies fucked with the Bauer brothers.  Either in school or in our neighbourhood and those few times when my brothers or I came home with a black eye or a busted lip.  My dad would grab us by the neck, slam us against the wall and warn us that the other guy better be worse looking than us.  

Crying was for pussies and faggots.  As dear old dad, so eloquently put it.

I'll never forget what dad did to my brother Rick this one time.  Poor Rick made the mistake of telling my dad the real reason as to why he didn't want to play pee wee baseball, anymore.  

Little Rick was afraid of getting hit by baseballs.  

Dad's solution?

The son-of-a-bitch, tied my brother to a tree and forced my brothers and I to pelt Rick with baseballs until the sun went down.  The more Rick cried, the more balls he got thrown.

I'm sure you're probably asking yourself.  And how did that end up working out for Rick?

Well, Dad's cruel and unconventional method did turn Rick into a tough, yet disciplined baseball player.  And now, Rick is one of the top baseball players in the MLB.  He's earning millions of dollars, while playing for the New York Yankees.

Then, there's the example of how our father taught the second eldest Bauer boy, Jack how to swim.  Well, dear old Dad simply threw Jack into the river and told him to "Sink or swim."  Did tough and cruel love, help Jack in the end?

Short answer would be, yes.

I mean, Jack almost drowned,...almost.

But, in the end Jack went on to pursue a career in the Navy.  He's now a Chief Petty Officer in San Diego, for the Navy SEALs.

So, go fucking figure.

To my dad it was quite simple to raise a family.  Probably not a happy(because we weren't) family, but close knit that "functioned", nonetheless.  

General Tate Bauer had fathered five healthy and strong sons.  

All of his boys had dicks and a set of balls.  His sons were his pride and joy and he was going to teach them to be men.  He wasn't going to sissy raise any of his boys.  

Tate Bauer, like his father before him had been an Army General.  The man had an image made out of steel to uphold and he wasn't going to raise any delicate boys.  He had been brought up tough and he had turned out well.  So, from a very young age it was drilled it into the Bauer boys that men didn't show any emotions, not even love.

Love made you weak, period.

Which might explain why the three eldest Bauer brother's Rick, Jack and Tom's marriages had suffered and eventually failed.  Two of those marriages had ended in a bitter and ugly divorce.  Then there was my other brother Mark(the Marine) the one who wouldn't/couldn't/refused to settle down.

Mark would jump from bed to bed and go from relationship to relationship(basically, the male whore of the family).  There was never any point in asking whom he was "dating" because his relationships never lasted more two months(and I'm being generous here.)  

Once a girl mentioned her famous last words, "Where is this relationship going?"  Mark would panic and end it right there.  He had no problem dumping the poor girl on the spot and moving on to his next victim.  

And then there's me, the prick that fucked up his relationship by cheating on his boyfriend.

Sigh!

Women as well as guys, would fall for us in a bad way.  It's a combination of our good looks, grey-blue eyes and our dangerous and exciting careers.  Oh, and let's not forget the hefty and mammoth cock between our legs.

Okay, okay.  

I know I'm being a smug bastard!  But, it's the truth!

Time and time again, gals and some guys would swoon over the professional baseball player, the navy seal, the fireman, the marine and finally, the cop.

These poor souls never had a chance with us.  And, I've came to realize that we Bauer men make terrible companions, parthners, husbands, whatever.

I'll speak for myself.  

I'm not great when it comes to expressing my feelings.  I even tend to just sign or initial my name whenever I give Sean a birthday, anniversary or even a Christmas card.  

I'm just uncomfortable when talking about love and everything that comes attached to that.  Besides, it's not like Sean dosen't know how much I love him, he does.   It's just that I'm not good with all that gushy shit.  

It's not my thing and Sean knows it.  

I find that pouring your heart on a card or letter is just awkward.  Besides, I always thought that the sappy message in the card, pretty much sums it up.  So, why the hell should I write extra bullshit on it?

Inside the Tiffany & Co. little blue box, there was a silver heart locket with a single diamond in the center.  Once you open the silver locket, you'll find a photo of the two of us kissing and an inscription that reads,

"You'll always have my heart and I, yours.  Always & forever, love you Nate B."

Pretty simple, huh? 

Yeah, right!  

It took me three fucking days to come up with those two little sentences.  Then I had to awkwardly "come out" to the sales associate at Tiffany's and tell him that the locket was for my parthner, my male parthner, Sean.

Anyways, here I was on my way home and I planned on doing whatever it takes for Sean to take me back.  I was going to apologize, grovel, plead, etc.

Until the cows come home...

Or

Come hell or high water...  

I was basically going to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness.  

And, if Sean still wanted my babies.  Then, I'd personally dial the lesbians that offered to help us out, whip out my baby maker and fill the nearest plastic container to the rim with my baby batter.

Suddenly, a sweet memory of Sean came into my mind, which made me smile.

Sean loved looking into my eyes.  

If I was watching a movie, TV show, or a very important play-off game.  He would come over to the sofa, sit next to me and just stare at me.  

That always annoyed the fuck outta me!  

God!  It was like he had the worst fucking timing, ever!

I'd be watching TV on the couch and out of the corner of my eye and Sean would be staring at me, silently.  After a few minutes, this would get old and I'd be forced to ask.

"What?"

Sean would smile, bat those thick lashes, shrug his shoulders and say...

"Nothing, I just love looking at you.  I love looking into your beautiful, grey-blue eyes."

I'd roll my eyes and sigh.  

I knew where this was going.

Sex.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I LOVE to have sex with my partner.  I love him very much and we fuck like bunnies.  We've practically fucked in every room of our home.  

I'm not joking, we've done it everywhere!  From the living room, dining room, kitchen, stairs leading up to our bedroom, garage, backyard and even the front porch(one late, late, very late night).  

But, c'on man!

At least let a dude watch the fucking playoffs in peace, Godammit!  

In all truth though, I enjoy nothing more than to make love to Sean for hours.  I love carrying him to our bedroom, kissing him, snuggling with him and then pound the living daylights outta him.    

No words can describe the feeling of having Sean's strong and hairy legs wrapped around my waist, while he moans, scratches and holds on to me, for dear life.

I love seeing Sean's handsome face all sweaty and flushed.  I love hearing him grunt and begging to be fuck harder and harder.  I mean, shit!  That turns on my crank so much, that I get this animalistic, possesive and primal feeling to unload every dop of cum deep into his ass.  

I can still hear him say...  

"I'd do anything to give birth to your grey-blue eyes babies.  It wouldn't matter to me if we ended up having a boy or a girl."

Again!  

Sean has some really some lousy timing.  

This is the time when I roll my eyes and sigh, because he starts with all that baby nonsense.  

Dammit!

Well, two can play at this game and soon, I'll start teasing and remind him.

"Well, you know sweetheart.  There's a 99.99% that it would be a boy.  Afterall, we Bauer men only father males."

Sean's would just roll his emerald eyes and look away.

"Hey, baby I'm just stating the facts.  So, don't shoot the messanger.  Just look at my three older brothers, Jack has three boys and Rick has two boys from his first marriage and another boy from his second marriage.  And let's not forget about Tom with twin boys.  So, if you want a little girl, I'm sorry that's not going to happen.  We, Bauer's are sausage making factories, only!"

Sean then laughed and gently stroke my crewcut while staring deep into my eyes.

"Well, who knows maybe you'll be the first Bauer to finally father a girl.  All I know, is that our baby would be a looker.  Just look at the daddy, a giant of a man, with huge broad shoulders, strong as an ox and thick, jet black hair, with muscles galore.  And let's not forget the most intense, beautiful grey-blue eyes that anyone has ever seen.  I'm one lucky man..."

Sean knew how to push my buttons, because those words would make me rock hard, instantly. So, once again I'd slowly start pounding away while kissing his pouty and beautiful red lips.

I remember looking down at him, as I was balls deep inside of him.  And Sean giving me a peck on my nose and saying.

"C'on, Nathan Alexander Bauer.  Man-up and get me pregnant!"

I remember laughing and kissing his forehead.

"Well, baby.  I don't think it's gonna work, but one thing is for sure.  We'll certainly have a lot of fun trying.  So, hold on!"

That seems so long ago though and it is true what they say.

You don't realize what you've had, until it's gone.

In my case, almost gone...

It was around 8:45 p.m. by the time that I was pulling up to the driveway of our two-storey townhouse.  I parked the car in the garage and I sat there for a few minutes.  

I looked at myself in the rearview mirrow and shit!  

I looked tired, sad and miserable.  I slammed the steering wheel with my fists and took off my seatbelt.

"Grow a fucking pair!  Get your ass in there and beg to be taken back!"

I got out of the car, opened the back door and took out the flowers and the Tiffany bag.  I walked up the stairs that led from the garage and into the kitchen.  I turned the door knob, my hands were trembling and my heart was racing.  It actually felt like my fucking heart was going to jump out of my body at any fucking minute.

As I entered the kichen, I could hear soft music playing in the livingroom.

Sean would usually be home around 6:00 p.m. and then he'd start making dinner.  But, as I looked around in the kitchen, everything was immaculately clean.  Not a pot, dish or even a glass in sight.

Well, that was not a good fucking sign.

I put the flowers, card and Tiffany bag on the kitchen counter and closed the door behind me.

"Sean, hun?  I'm home..."

Nothing.

I didn't really know what to expect by showing up at home.  I mean, the last time I saw Sean, I had confessed my major fuck-up and he had gone through a wide range of emotions.  

I remember a dinner plate flying at my head, while I quickly ducked.  I looked at where the plate had previously landed, but it had  since been cleaned up.  There was just a small dent on the wall, obviously where the plate had landed and I hoped that I'd be the one fixing that real soon.(I was quite the handyman)

My patrol parthner Jamie had warned me of his brother's "firecracker temper"(that's what Jamie called it) and boy, he wasn't fucking kidding!

As I walked into the living room, the CD player was playing, "Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) " by Doris Day.

It's one of Sean's favourite songs and he likes to leave it on loop as he does chores.  The living room also looked immaculate and there wasn't an item out of place and everything was spotless.

This brought a smile to my face.  

The house always looks this way.  It's like our home is always ready for a photo shoot for, Better Homes and Gardens.  Sean is afterall, a neat freak and in our home everything has a place.

Sean even goes so far as to kick me out of the house when he's cleaning.  He calls me a pig(among other things) for leaving things all over the place and insists that I should go out for a run(which I usually do, anyways) whenever he needs to clean the house from top to bottom(which is every sunday).

I don't mind it, really.  If that's what Sean wants, then I have no problem getting out of his hair while he plays wife.  

As I walk over to the stereo, I hear something upstairs.

"Sean, honey.  You up there?"

I walked over to the stairs and called out for Sean, again.

"Sean?  It's Nate, I'm home..."

Silence.

Something felt off...

After all these years of being a cop, you kinda develop an inner feeling, kinda like a sixth sense.  But, this feeling that I had right now, I didn't like.

I started walking slowly upstairs and called out again.

"Sean, I'm coming up."

I cracked my knuckles and slowly walked up the stairs.  As I passed one of the windows leading up the the second floor, I could hear the Peterson's dog across the street, barking loudly at something.

Then there was a loud crash.  

The noise came out of our master bedroom and it sounded like a window had been broken.  I took off, jumping two stairs at a time and called out for my love.

"Sean?  Baby, talk to me!"

Still, nothing.

As I stood at the top of the stairs, the double doors to our master bedroom were wide open.  The laundry basket was on the floor and our clothes were scattered all over the carpet.

From the top of the stairs, I could make out shadows moving around the bedroom.  I went to pull my Glock from the holster, but then I remembered that I'd left it at Jamie's place.

Fucking idiot!  

Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck me!  

I had a 9mm Glock in the house, but it was hidden in a shoe box in my closet.  

I sighed.

Well, that was pretty much useless.  Now, what?

Goddammit!

I had to think and act quickly, afterall every fucking second counted.  But, I couldn't just burst into our bedroom unprotected, that was idiotic and suicidal.  

I thought of my other option, which was a baseball bat that hung in my office.  It had been signed by the entire 2004 World Series Champions, Boston Red Sox(a present from my brother, Rick)

All I had to do was to carefully cross the stairs and sneak into my small office.  

I counted down, 3...2...1...

Like lighting, I sneaked into my office and grabbed the baseball bat.  I peeked out into the hallway and it was all clear.  I tip toed carefully towards the master bedroom.  More loud crashes could be heard coming from the bedroom and at this point, I was sweating bullets.  

My shirt was coated in sweat and sticking to my body.  My throat was dry and my hands were all sweaty.  I felt like a fucking mess, but I wasn't really concerned about my safety.  I was thinking of Sean, which to this moment I hadn't seen or heard from.

I prayed to God and every Saint in heaven for Sean to be okay.

I took a big breath and as I stood with my back against the doors.  I quickly peeked inside our master bedroom...


SEAN!



May 10, 2016

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A

St.Michael's Catholic HighSchool

3:45 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time(EDT)



I hated quizzes!  

Then again, who really likes them?  

Whichever asshole had invented them, I hope they're rotting in Hell!

I had answered all the questions that I knew the answers to, first.  Now, I'm looking hard at the questions that I'm not so sure about. It's only a couple, so it's not that bad.

I have twenty minutes left.  

C'on, I can guess the answers on these...

Grade 9 ~U.S. History Quiz #5~

Note to students: This is the FINAL quiz, before your FINAL EXAM.
This quiz is worth 15% of your FINAL grade.
Read each question, carefully.

Name: Kellan A. Finnean


I knew I shouldn't been watching Game of Thrones, last night!


15. In 1803 the United States purchased a large amount of land from the French.  President Jefferson needed experienced people to explore this land then report back to him. Who were the explorers that he chose?

A. Crockett and Bowie

B. DeSoto and Cartier

C. Austin and Decatur

D. Lewis and Clark

I think I know this one.

Crockett and Bowie?  

Ha!  That's funny.  I guess old Mrs.Johnston does have a sense of humour afterall.  It's Lewis and Clark, right?  Something about those two names sound right?

Lewis and Clark...Lewis and Clark...Lewis and fucking Clark!  Yeah, I'll go with answer (D)


17. In 1814 during the War of 1812 the British invaded Washington, D.C.  They set fire to many public buildings and stole property from the buildings.  What single thing probably saved the city from destruction?

A. Water from the Potomac River was diverted into the city and put out the fire.

B. President Madison begged the British general to allow his soldiers to put out the fire.

C. A sudden and violent thunderstorm extinguished most of the fire.

D. A group of volunteer firemen, dressed as British soldiers and put out the fire.


I don't have a fucking clue!  

Is it answer (A)?  Water from the Potomac river?  Makes sense, right?  

Hold on...Is the Potomac river in Washington, D.C.?  

Ah, shit!


19. What two significant events happened on July 4, 1828?

A. A steamship caught fire and sank off New York and a train crashed at Washington, D.C. killing fifty people.

B. St. Louis and New York City had large fires.

C. Both the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad and the C&O Canal started construction on the same day.

D. The Washington Monument and the Jefferson Memorial were both opened to tourists.


I'll bet anything that it's a fire.

It's always a fucking fire.

Oh, that's just great!  There're a fire and a crash in answer (A) and answer (B) also has fire in it!

Jesus! Mary and Joseph!


20. On one of these days a large number of Americans were killed.  Which day had the largest loss of life?


A. December 12, 1937

B. September 11, 2001

C. April 18, 1915

D. September 17, 1862


Umm, I don't know!

Well, it wouldn't be September 11, right?  That's too obvious and too soon, I'd say.

Sigh!

I discreetly turned my head backwards, to see how my ex-best friend Kade was doing.  Thomas Kaden Barron, or "Kade" as he liked to be called was sitting at the back of the class with the rest of the jocks and cheerleaders.  

I was surprised how much Kade had grown over the summer.  He could easily pass for a senior rather than the freshman, he really was.  He was a lot taller than all the other guys in the class(myself, included) and lets's not forget about that amazing body.  

Kade was wearing his white and navy Letterman jacket and it suited him to a T.  The white uniform dress shirt that he wore underneath the jacket was hugging his very muscular and ripped torso.  It looked like the buttons on the shirt were having a hard time keeping the fabric together and about to pop at any second.  And underneath his jacket, his massive broad-shoulders, well defined pecs and clearly outlined six-pack were quite visible and mouth-watering.

Holy, sweet Jesus!

The Kade in this classroom, I didn't recognize.  He may be 15 yrs old, but that was not a teen's body!  This Kade was all man and he looked absolutely handsome and quite mature for his age.

But, it hurt deeply that he didn't acknowledge or speak to me anymore.

Kade and I had a falling out around the 7th grade.  To this day, I have no clue or idea as to what had happened?  Before that we had been the best of friends, inseparable even.  Everything from sleeping over at each other homes, to hanging out together, going on family camping trips.  

You name it and we did it, together.  

But, something happened that 4th of July weekend right after 7th grade.  That summer, his parents drove us to Martha's Vineyard to meet his extremely wealthy, great-grandparents.  My parents had given me permission to stay with the Barron's that summer and it would be a summer that I'd never forget.  

The Barron's were referred to as "old money" around Martha's Vineyard.  Their wealth boomed in the early 20's with the purchase of stocks and lots of land in and around Manhattan and the rest as they say is history.  The family had so much money to burn, that they had a mansion on both sides of the coast, a majestic penthouse in Manhattan and another mansion in the south of France.

The Barron State sits on 1,500 acres of woodland and oceanfront property.  The state also has a 35-acre freshwater pond and more than 1,200 feet of private beach on the beautiful Atlantic ocean.  The private land butts up against a 632-acre wildlife refuge, further separating you from the rest of mankind.

The mansion itself, consisted of 12 bedrooms, seven full baths, a wood paneled library, a wine cellar, a ballroom, a marble "heated" swimming pool, media room, art gallery, movie theatre, a 4,100 square-foot conservatory, two guest houses and stables.

When I first saw the place, I was dumbfounded, shocked and speechless.  

The wealth of this family was unbelievable.  I mean, c'on to have your own private beach?  Well, that was the cherry on the mother-fucking-cake!

The one thing I was curious about was Kade's relationship with his great-grandparents.  When at home or even school, he had never mentioned them, not even once.  

I, along with the rest of the kids in school knew that Kade was loaded.  But, he never gloated or even brought up the fact that he lived in the wealthiest part of town.  Kade went to school with the middle class and it was something that I'd gotten the impression was how his parents wanted to raise him.  

But, his relationship with his great-grandparents was stranged, for a lack of a better word.  Because, as soon as we got to their place Kade got all sullen and quiet.  It was clear that while in their presence, he was on his best behaviour, as was I(my parents had warned me, as well.)  

I found that spending that summer with his great-grandparents wasn't so bad, really.  Afterall, his great-grandparents spent most of the day at their snooty country club, anyways.  So, we were basically left on our own for most of the day and the only times we saw his great-grandparents was at breakfast and dinner.  

Once we were done with breakfast, Kade would whisk me away to the beach, the pond or wherever.  He couldn't get away fast enough from his "stuck-up" great-grandparents.  But, I found them to be well, nice.

Kade would always leave it up to me to chat it up with the matriarch of the family, Isabelle Yvette Barron.  

His great-grandmother exuded wealth and beauty(even at her age).  Everyday, she dressed in beautiful Dior couture and layered her elegant swan-like neck with at least 7 pearl necklaces, each one of different lenght.  There was a diamond ring of every shape and size in practically every finger, as well as many Tiffany & Co. diamond bracelets on each arm.  

Yes, she might come off a little bit cold and "stuck-up" as Kade put it.  But, all I have to say is that Isabelle(as she liked to be called), went out of the way to make me feel extremely comfortable while staying at their mansion.  And I also felt like I was part of the family.

One day while we were walking by the pond, I asked Kade as to how old his great-grandmother was.  And always the smart-ass, he replied.  

"That old and bitter fossil was around 65 million years ago, when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth.  Somehow, that old Velociraptor managed to survive the asteroid that killed her best friends."

I stood there with my mouth hanging wide open.  How, could he say such a horrible thing about such a nice old lady?

"Kade, really!  She's your great-grandmother.  Show, some respect!"

He in turn gave me an angry look and tossed a pebble into the pond.

"Why?  She's my great-grandmother, not yours!  You, don't know shit about her.  So, just drop it!"

I sighed and looked at him sternly, but did as he asked.  The rest of the afternoon, we spent it by the pond just tossing pebbles. Before heading up for dinner, Kade did apologize for his outburst and I in turn, accepted his sincere apology.

However, things changed by the end of the summer.  At least in my part, because that's when I started to look at Kade in a different light.  And it was around that time that I started to develop "feelings" for him.  

Now, these feelings weren't sexual in nature, mind you.  We were just friends, afterall.  

Best friends, actually.  

We were both 13 yrs old and nothing sexual had ever happened between us.  But, I do remember him asking me one morning as we got ready to hit the beach, if I had any "hairs" down there?(pointing down towards his bulging crotch.)

I was surprised and confused, at the same time.    

I mean, my parents hadn't spoken to me about the birds and the bees, yet.  I didn't have any hair on my crotch or anywhere else on my body(well, except my head...duh!).  

So, I looked at Kade strangely and said, "Eww, no!"

Kade only smiled as he said, "You will and soon, I bet.  Everyone's different, though.  But, it will happen to you."

He then proudly pointed to his very tanned arms.

"See that!  The hair on my arms are getting darker too!  And, I've got some hairs on my balls, as well.  My dad says that my body is going through a change, called puberty."

I wish, I could have seen the look on my face at that moment.  Now, I was clueless, but not entirely stupid.  

I mean, I had seen naked guys in change rooms.  And those times I had discreetly taken a quick peek, I had seen that adult men had hair in various parts of their adult body.  

But, this very valuable information was now coming from my best friend.  So, I was doing my best to listen, understand and try to process it all.

And Kade had been right.  By the end of the summer, he had gotten taller(while, I was about the same height).  He was also getting muscles on his lanky body, which he proudly displayed for me and also made me touch them(which, ofcourse I did!)

I also felt that every moment I was around Kade, I had butterflies in my stomach.  It's a feeling that's hard to describe, it's like I just loved spending time with him and I wanted to be with him day and night.  

And that's when it hit me.  

That was when I realized that I was different and that I liked boys.

I mean, ever since I can remember I always preferred playing in the company of boys.  But, this feeling I was having now, it was all together, different.  

And in regards to Kade.  Well, I truly, truly loved being with him.

One hot afternoon, we were walking by the stables when he yanked me inside.  He had been antsy all morning and I had wondering what the hell had gotten into him.

"What's with you, this morning?  You're all jumpy and you've been acting..."

He looked around the stable to make sure we were alone and shushed me.  

What was he up to?

And while holding my hands and grinning from ear to ear, he said almost in a whisper.

"I shot the white stuff, last night!"

He was practically glowing and super excited.  While, I on the other hand had a blank look on my face.  

Again, clueless.

"You did what?"

Kade sighed and rolled his eyes.

"You really need to have a man to man talk with your dad, Kell."

As soon as he said it, I felt a bit embarrassed.  

Kade was right, though.  I hardly ever saw my dad, but it wasn't his fault and it's not like my dad ignored me on purpose.
My dad was a Sales Consultant for one of Kade's dad's many companies.  That's actually, how we met and became good friends. It was at Barron's Annual Family Company Picnic and Kade and I hit it off.

So, my dad was always on the road and I rarely ever saw him.  Kade must have sensed my discomfort, as he put his right hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Kell.  I can be such an ass, sometimes and I shouldn't have said it that way."

I smiled and waved it off.

"That's allright.  But, what are you talking about?"

Kade then gently took my right hand and led me into an empty horse stall.

"Shh!  Just keep quiet and follow me.  I'll show you."

I had developed an intense crush on him, that I would follow Kade anywhere he asked.  So, I followed him into the empty stall and as he quietly closed the door, he gently pushed me down to sit on the clean and itchy straw.

I was looking at him like he'd lost his freaking mind!

"What are you?..."

Kade grinned and smiled.

"Shh!  Enjoy the show."

I sat quietly on the itchy straw and my eyes and attention, were completely on him.  Kade was grinning, as he slowly pulled down his cargo shorts and I swear my eyes must have popped out of their sockets.  

You see, when Kade and I would go swimming at the beach or the pool, we would change in our separate bedrooms.  We were both brought up to be very modest and proper.  And although I had seen Kade naked a few times, those times I'd only caught a quick glimpse of his butt, and certainly not this!

As Kade stood there naked in front of me, I only wish I could've seen the look on my face.  To this day, I can still see him if I close my eyes hard enough(no pun, intended!)  

Kade was indeed growing in all the right places.  

I mean, his dick must have been at least 4" or 5", soft!  And all I could do was just to stare!  Part of me wanted to reach out and touch him, but I was way to nervous to make a move.

Kade stood in front of me with his long legs spread apart.  He then took off his shirt and tossed it to the side, and as he looked down at me, he slowly started stroking his dick.  In a matter of seconds his dick was sticking straight up, while grinning at me.

And that's when I got a funny feeling in my body.  Now, that I look back I know that he was the cause for it.

As Kade slowly stroked himself, his handsome face started to get all red and flushed.

"Look!  See this sticky, clear stuff?"

He took his index finger and touched the head of his cock.  A long string of clear liquid was leaking out.

"This is called pre-cum.  It's quite sticky and slippery.  Go ahead, you can touch it!"

Well, I didn't need to be told twice!  

I got on my knees and raised the index finger of my right hand.  My hand was trembling and as I touched the big cock head, it did feel slippery.

"Oh, wow.  You're right!  That's awesome!"

I was in fucking heaven!

"Oh, my God Kade!  You're making so much!  It's like a river!"

Kade's face was now all red as he gently kept stroking.

"I know and I can make tons!  Dad, says men release pre-cum to help lubricate during sex."

I looked up at Kade again, as he said the word, sex.

"Sex?"

Kade was now super flushed and perspiring heavily.

"Yeah and soon, I'll shoot sperm.  That's the white and thick stuff that you're going to make a family with one day."

 My right hand was still touching the large cock head and Kade's sticky fluids was now coating my right index finger.

I nodded, because I didn't want to look like an ass.  

Then Kade said something that knocked the wind outta me.

"Taste it."

I looked up at him, confused.

"What?"

Kade then slowly took his own index finger and dipped it into the clear and amber precum.  The precum was now drooling in large amounts out his huge dick.

"Please, Kell?  C'on, we're best friends and I won't tell anyone.  Do it, and let me know what it tastes like."

I'm sure at that moment my mouth was hanging wide open.  But, how could I say no to him?

I loved him!

I didn't say a word.  

I just nodded, took my index finger and...



Attention, class.  You've got ten minutes left!  Please, give yourself time to go over your answers!"



Oh, my fucking God!

Mrs.Johnston shrill of a voice, brought me crashing down into reality.  What's worse, is that I have a painful hard-on and soon, I'll have to get up and hand in this damm quiz.  

Shit!

Get your mind out of the gutter!

Imagine Mrs.Johnston in a thong, or naked...

Get your mind out of the gutter!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of students running by.  My American History class was located on the first floor of the school and my class faced west towards the football field and a large ravine.  

St.Mike's CHS was built back in the 20's and the school was renowned for it's high academic standards, excellent teachers and significant history.  The courses offered at this school also prepared you for many Ivy League colleges, so getting in was hard.

At this moment, I could see some of the football jocks heading back into the school.  The Knights of St.Mike's had been practising for saturday's football game out in the field.  Kade must be feeling pretty pissed off, that he's in here doing a quiz instead of practising with the other blockheads.  Then again, he's also failing this class.  So, sucks to be him.

I looked up at the clock and we had about seven minutes left.

Fuck!

I knew that I was going to pass this quiz.  It will be a borderline pass, but a pass nonetheless.  

At the moment, I'm averaging a B- in this boring class.  If I study my ass off for the final exam, I should at least achieve an A for my final grade.  So, party!  

I was doing as instructed by Mrs.Johnston and going over my answers.  But, again as I looked at the window, I saw more students running by.

What the hell is going on?  

I looked around the class an no one seemed to notice.  A few people(the cheerleaders) were silently mouthing the answers to each other(stupid whores!)



"Six minutes left.  Eyes on your own papers!  I am not going to repeat, myself." 



It was early May and Mrs.Johnston had all the windows wide open and it served three purposes.  One, to let a cool breeze into the classroom, two to keep us awake from falling asleep and three to air out the room from the smelly boys(And no, I wasn't one of them!)

In the far distance, I could hear sirens going by.

Was that a, Firetruck?

Ambulance?

Cop car?

All of the above?

That's a lot of sirens, actually.

There was also a lot of chatter coming from outside.  The school's parking lot was right outside our windows and students often sat on the sidewalk in between classes.  

Now, cell phones were going off, from the students that were running past our classroom.  The bell hadn't gone off, but the hallway started to get very noisy with the voices of students and teachers.  Lockers were getting slammed and people were shouting.

Now, the rest of the class were looking at each other wondering what was going on.  Mrs.Johnston, looked up from her desk and slowly stood up.

Students could be heard running in the hallway(which was forbidden) and suddenly we heard screams.

Several, loud screams.

I looked out the window and saw several students running away from the school. 

What the fuck?

 Again, all eyes were on the door leading into the hallway.  So, no one seemed to notice.  

From my seat the students running away from the school, looked scared, terrified even.  Some were screaming as they ran off? Many were dropping their books and backpacks on the ground and didn't even bother to pick them up.

Why were these students running away from school?

What the fuck is going on?

As Mrs.Johnston made her way slowly towards the door.  We all turned our head to the parking lot, because we saw two cop cars pull up.  The cop cruisers came screeching to a halt with their sirens on and lights flashing.  

It sounded and looked like chaos outside.  

The bell finally went off and class as well as school was now, over.  But, no one in my class dared to move from their seats.

Mrs.Johnston had a nervous look on her face, but it was clear that she didn't want to show it.  She carefully turned the knob and peeked outside the door.  As she slowly opened the door, we saw students, as well as teachers running past our doors and looking panicked and horrified.

At that moment, the school's PA came blaring on.

"Attention all staff and students, this is Principal Rooney.  This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill.  Everyone is to remain in their classrooms.  I repeat, do not leave your classroom.  Close your doors, shut your windows and remain inside until further instructions!"

I turned my head around and both Kade and I, locked eyes on each other.  His stunned and worried face, said it all.  

Some girls started crying and moving closer to their friends.  Jackie Rhoddes, who sat at the front of the class started crying hysterically and while looking around the class, bursted.

"Is it a gunman?  Oh, my God!  It's a gunman!..."

Everyone in class was now scared shitless, as was I.  Mrs.Johnston turned back to look at Jackie and shushed her.

"Shush, girl.  Don't create a panic!  We don't know that.  Everyone, remain in your seats!"

The PA came on again and everyone literally jumped from their chairs.

"Attention, all staff and students.  Close that door!  Close..."

That was all we heard of the announcement.  

Then there was a loud crash, followed by blood-curdling screams.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Oh, my God!  Those were gunshots!  

Gunshots!

Mrs.Johnston, now looked horrified.  She was about to close the door, when three strangers pushed through it, knocked her down to the floor and burst in.

Everything happened so quickly that if you blinked, you'd miss it.

This was the moment when the shit hit the fan.

Then the screaming, panic and chaos started.  

I could see the panic exploding in the room.  But, again it was happening so fast, that I my brain wasn't registering everything.   I knew we were all in grave danger, I knew that this was bad(Very bad!).  But, my body went rigid and I froze, I was looking at everything in slow motion.

One of the men, whom I did not recognize landed on Mrs.Johnston.  The man's shirt was torn, soaked and dripping with large amounts of blood.  He was also foaming at the mouth and he looked crazed, angry, even deranged.  

Mrs.Johnston was kicking and screaming and she tried to fight him off.  But, the man was too strong and he quickly lunged at her neck.  The man bit Mrs.Johnston neck with such a brute force, that a big chunk of skin was lodged in his mouth and a river of blood spurted out of the open wound.

Jackie Rhoddes who was sitting front row, witnessed everything up close and was splashed by blood.  Jackie screamed so loud, that she made the man who was biting Mrs.Johnston, now come after her.  

Another man whose face was covered in deep and bloody scratches and who's mouth was also foaming, started attacking and biting other students that were trying to get out of the classroom.  

By now, my classmates were fighting these crazed strangers and each other to get out.  But, more crazy people were bursting into the classroom and blocking the door.

Someone grabbed me by my shirt and was yelling in my face.  At first, I couldn't recognize or hear him properly.  There was just too much screaming going on in the classroom.

Finally, my vision became clear.  

It was Kaden!

"Kell!  Kell!  C'on, we gotta go!  Kellan, snap out of it!..."

I looked at him and just nodded.  

Kade was yanking me to the back of the classroom and leading me to a window.  As he did so, I couldn't help to look to the madness that was going on at the front of the class.  

The entrance to our classroom looked like a war zone.  Strangers were biting and ripping into my classmates.  Blood was splattered everywhere, from the chalkboard, to the floor, the door...everywhere!

As I tripped over overturned desks, many questions came to mind.

Who were these fuckers biting people?

Why were they foaming at the mouth?

Why did they looked all fucked up?

Was it, drugs?

A virus?  

Could it be a form of rabies?

Some students managed to get out of the classroom and into the hallway which was full of people shouting and screaming.  More gunshots could be heard a few feet away.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

The gunshots in the hallway, actually sounded like firecrackers going off.  

Jen Sullivan and Kelly McGowan were crying hysterically and huddling in the corner.  Kade was yelling at them to follow us, but they were too terrified to move.

Kade stood in front of the last window in the back of the class and then jumped out, head first!  

What a fucking maniac!  

Thank God, we were on the first floor!

I was putting my right leg in the window sill, while motioning Kelly and Jen to follow us.  

"Kelly!  Jen!, c'on..."

As I extended my right hand to the girls, I heard a blood curdling scream coming from the front of the class.  I turned to look and that's when I saw two crazed men tearing someone's body apart with their bare hands.  I couldn't tell if it was a student, faculty or what?  

These crazed fuckers were tearing human flesh, like it was paper!  They were also shoving big chunks of meat into their bloody and foaming mouths.

It was disgusting!  

I felt dizzy and wanted to throw up.  

At that moment I lost my footing and fell out of the window.  I acted fast enough to put my right hand out to prevent my face from landing hard on the concrete and it worked.  Still, my right hand and elbow now, hurt like hell.   

Kade helped me up, as he looked around us.

"C'on Kell, get up!  We have to get out of here!  Let's go, we gotta run!"

Kade took my left hand, and we started running through the school's parking lot and towards the football field.  

I turned my head around for a second, only to witness another classmate Shane Conolly run towards the window of my class. Shane looking horrified as he tried to climb out of the window like we had done.

I pulled my hand away from Kade and was about to run and help Shane.  But, suddenly and very violently Shane was yanked backwards.  I stopped, as I heard him scream and saw blood splatter the window and railing.

I started crying, but Kade grabbed me by my shoulders and started shaking me.  

"There's nothing we can do, Kell!  Hey, look at me!"

I was sobbing and crying non-stop.

"You gotta focus, Kell.  We have to get away from here!  I'm not going to let anything happen to you!"

He cared?

Kaden cared about me?

I stopped crying and nodded.  

Kade smiled at me and we took off, running.  

I saw teachers running towards their cars, as students covered in blood chased after them.  I saw Mr.Sullivan, my Biology teacher fumbling with his car keys.  He dropped the keys in a panic and was then jumped by five students, who then started to rip him apart as he lay on the ground screaming for help.

As we ran, I could hear more cop cars pulling up to our school.  And as I looked up at the sky, I saw five helicopters flying over our heads and heading downtown in a fucking hurry.

I then heard more loud gunshots.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!  

Fire trucks, ambulances, or police sirens could be heard all around the neighbourhood.

Oh, my God!  What was happening!!

As Kade and I were halfway through the football field, we ran into a few football players.  I guess they didn't know what was going on, because they were just tossing the ball around, without a care in the world.

Kade stopped for a brief second.

"Guys!  You gotta fucking run!  We have to get out of here!"

His other team mates failed to realize the urgency in Kade's voice and raised their eyebrows.  The looked at us funny, especially since Kade was holding my hand.

"What the fuck, Kade!  What's the rush?  And where are you taking your little girlfriend?"

Laughter broke out, then another stupid jock added another insult.

"Shit, Kade.  We didn't take you for a faggot!"

More loud screams could be heard coming from the school.  Some jocks were now looking towards the school and then at each other.

Kade started again,

"Guys, we have no time for this.  We have to go!  Something is going on in the school.  Some fucked up people broke in and started biting everyone!"

The jocks looked at us in disbelief and then again at themselves.  I knew that they were trying to process the information(the gears in their meaty heads were turning very slowly.)

I had to help Kade with these idiots.

"Kaden is not joking guys!  We don't know what's going on, but it's a fucking massacre back there!  It's like people have lost their fucking minds and are on a killing rampage!"

I then felt tears running down my cheeks.

Some of the cheerleaders that had been close to the school were screaming.  Even from across the football field, we could clearly see the girls being tackled and attacked by the other students.

Kade was still arguing with his moron team mates.  I pulled Kade's hand and pointed towards the students that were covered in blood and now running towards us at an alarming speed.

Fuck, they were fast!

"Kade, here they come!  C'on, we need to go...!"

Kade turned around and saw the approaching bloody students.  I had never seen Kade look scared.  However, today was a different story.

The jocks looked at Kade and then at me.  They either didn't believe him or me?  

I don't fucking know?  Nor, did I care. But, instead of coming with us, these idiots ran towards the school.

"Hey, motherfuckers!  You wanna fight?  C'on!"

Kade sighed and yanked me away.

"C'on, Kell.  Those idiots are as good as dead, now."

Another jock was still standing next to us and hadn't said a single word.  

He was looking over Kade's shoulder at the crazed and bloodied students, who were now racing across the football field.  These former students looked terrifying covered in blood.  They now had ripped uniforms, some were missing their shoes, they were all  foaming at the mouth and getting closer by the minute.

Kade placed his left hand on the guy's right shoulder.

"Teddy, I promise you that I'm not making this shit up.  If you want to live, than you'll come with us."

Ted looked nervous and he was looking closely at whatever was heading our way.  

The jock with whom we had just been reasoning with only seconds ago, easily tackled a bloody student.  The student fell backwards and somehow managed to jump right back up, like nothing happened.

Now, a normal person without protective gear would have at least gotten a dislocated shoulder getting tackled like that.  But, this student simply got up, growled and was snapping his foamy mouth.  He advanced with such agility and fierceness that he had no problem in tackling the huge football player.

The tall and muscular jock went down easily.  Then, three more bloody students fell on top of him and all we heard was an agonizing  scream.  The other football players suffered the same fate, but we didn't stay to witness the aftermath.  

All we heard were their loud and violent screams, as we ran for our lives and we didn't dare look back.

Kade was still holding my left hand very tightly and now, we had Ted at our side.

I didn't ask Kade where we were heading.  

But, I had a feeling.

The ravine...


To be continued!